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Monday, April 14, 2014

Dream Log: 29MAR2014 "Friend of the Devil"

29 March – I was thinking about how laws place themselves between “us” and “god”.
Then I find myself in a stone chalet, with wood floors. A cozy place
with a fireplace and wingback chairs. There were people there,
well-dressed, it was a club of some sort. Everyone was in their early
20s. They seemed to be people of power and priviledge.
Near the fire was a gray wingback chair, and in it sat a young man
with black hair, red skin and small black horns jutting out of his
forehead. As I walked across the floor towards him, someone near me
said, don’t do it, man! I looked at him and said, it’s okay, bud. This
needs to be done. When I looked back towards the chair, the young man
was not there, but I knew he was.
You have had control over this place for many years, but no longer, I
said calmly. You pretend to be the master but you’re really the
servant, because that’s where you place yourself – this is of your own
doing. I am the master. You can go. And there’s no point in hiding, I
can see your energy quite clearly.
As I said that, I could see bands of radiating energy around a blank
space sitting in the chair. I felt calm and empowered (which is not how I
would typically feel in such a situation!). That was the end of the
dream. It felt good to do that.

The Grateful Dead’s Friend of the Devil is going through my head this morning.